Christmas Eve Crazy

The Big Day is here. It’s Christmas. Veronica wakes up very early. She ALWAYS gets up early. But today it’s crazy early!!!

She fusses around the house in a frantic way. She wakes Dennis and me. “Time to get up! It’s Christmas”!! Thank you very much WE KNOW!!

Poor Dennis, I think he wanted to sleep some more… he gets into his “Cooking mode” (as you already know: He’s our chef!)

They ignore me, so what’s the point of waking me up??? I ask you?? They even send me out in the garden. “Felicia, no time for a walk right now, go out and have fun”…have fun?? What am I? A puppy??

Dennis fetches this large delicous smelly bag. I wonder what’s in there?

It’s a huge bird called a Turkey. I was very curious. Perhaps he will give me a little piece.

Ostentatiously, I go on my mat. My “Go and wait for food mat”. (also known as “Time out Mat” but let’s focus on what’s important here).

I sit silently waiting, giving him the intense stare. The “Can I taste” stare. But NOTHING. He doesn’t even give me a glance. He’s too busy. And listen to this:

they forget about me!!! You here that guys!!! What about MY lunch??? I wait, and wait …and wait…

FINALLY after what seems like hours they suddenly remember they own a Boxer girl!!

“Did Felicia get any lunch?”… DUUH..NO!

Today they don’t bother with the more complicated “Go and search for your food” exercise. Today I get to eat “Traditional style”.

Veronica brought back this new, fancy, bowl. From Stockholm. It supposedly slows me down (apparently I eat too fast). I tell you what. Useless!! I eat just as fast, or even faster!!

Some people don’t believe Santa is real. I do!!

This is Trilby, DR’s Briard. SHE GOT TO MEET SANTA!!! Look at him, beard and all, very, very real!!

I am quite jealous Trilby got to meet him!! Is it because she’s a Beauty and Agility champion??? Why can’t I get to meet Santa?? (It would give me the chance to explain a thing or two…)

Truth is, I’m a little nervous. You see lately I’ve had some problems focusing…on some stuff… like coming when Veronica calls.

NOT MY FAULT! There must be some major event going on under the ground. Perhaps all those little animals down there are having a huge party or something??

And then there was the odd little misunderstanding…one… or two…or a few..

Anyhow, I’ve not been on my best behaviour… And Santa sees EVERYTHING that’s a well known fact!!!

The family arrives and it’s “Picture time”! Every year the same story.

“THE CHRISTMAS PICTURE” is not a happy moment. It brings out tensions and irritation among several family members. Let’s see how 2016 goes.

OMG!! What’s that…A SELFIE STICK???

Who brought that????

They get into place and amazingly enough it is a quick business.(Probably because they’re embarrassed using the selfie stick!!)

Now the dog picture.. that’s when things go a little wrong… Veronica wants a second picture and I…accidently…without any bad intention…snip at Indya.

I felt a little, only a little, ashamed and all by myself go to my “time out mat.” After what I considered, an appropriate length of “remorse time” I made an attempt to come back…

…positioning myself a little apart from the crowd.

They all ignored me!! C’mon guys I did my “Time out duty”… And please see my side of the story: Veronica had candy in her hand. How was I suppose to know it was for both of us!!

Any sensible dog owner should know better…

Indya totally exagerated and put on this whole victim show: “Felicia’s mean to me”…

EC cuddled with her, “Poor little Indya”. In fact they all went on about “Poor little Indya”…

C’mon! Enough already! What about “poor little Felicia”… never hear that tune??

Dinner was served. At the end of the meal Dennis shared a few pieces of Turkey with us. He totally gets us dogs!!!

Veronica made some stupid, inappropriate remark…thankfully he ignored her: “The dogs deserve a little Christmas treat too”.

Yeah that’s right, we do!! We adore him and Indya followed him around all the evening. Well I think she’s just playing out the “Poor me” theme!!

After dinner there is the singing, oh yes there is singing, A LOT of singing…Swedish Christmas songs. Even the non Swedish family members have to sing. They get provided with books and photocopies of major songs! No excuse here!

Sometimes I think Veornica must have been a Dictator in some past life!!

Every year she tries for “The Christmas Dance”, but that’s a No No!! The family refuses!! Dictator or no dictator ! NO DANCING!!

Time for the gifts. NC is the official “Special Family Santa”. He sits by the tree and distributes one gift after the other. And he cuddled with me!!

Now unfortunatley there had been a little incident…

…with some of the gifts…only a few…and please, let me explain:

There they were, under the tree…calling for my help…”Open me”, “Open me”… yes absolutely!!! I had to! It was my duty!

Veronica was NOT HAPPY AT ALL!!

I heard her say something that could have been “Enough with these dogs”…and we were sent to play outside!! On Christmas eve!

Guys… what about our gifts?? Nobody intervened in our favour!!!

What’s wrong with this family?? Have they no heart??

(I will never admit this to anyone…but we had so much fun in the garden!!)

Next morning I pouted for a bit. I was rather upset. Did Santa think I did not deserve a gift this year?? Did he forget me??

Turns out that after the photo incident, MC and Veronica decided to keep our presents for the next day!! To avoid any further misunderstanding. (Ridiculous! Indya and I get along fine…as long as I have the toy…)

So here I am with TWO really great gifts!!